Chapter 6
Mitzi~
While I hadn’t really had this concrete expectation about what we’d been about to see or the experience that was going to follow, I hadn’t expected to be this turned on by something still considered tamed in this room.
So far, all that the man had done was feed her his cock and spit on her, which.
..I mean, it might not be for everyone, but it certainly wasn’t crossing a line for me yet.
I also hadn’t expected Sullivan’s finger to feel so damn good inside me, and when you considered that he wasn’t doing anything that freshman boys weren’t already doing all over the country, it was a sad testament to just how long I’d been settling for mediocre in the bedroom.
I was leaking all over the man’s hand, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.
“Take off your clothes and show me your cunt,” the man in the other room ordered, and I wasn’t sure if the club picked gorgeous people for this on purpose, but there was no denying that the roleplaying couple were both very nice to look at.
He looked like he worked out every day, and she had the perfect hourglass figure.
When Sullivan slipped a second finger inside me, it was a struggle to keep my eyes open.
He was stretching me so deliciously, and the sounds of my arousal could be considered obscene anywhere else but here.
I was literally soaked, and it still wasn’t enough.
I wanted to be used so damn badly, and I had no idea what I’d do if Sullivan turned out to be a disappointment.
“Such a needy pussy,” the man cooed as the woman pulled her pussy lips apart for his perusal. “You’re such a whore for cock, aren’t you?”
“Are you?” Sullivan’s voice asked in my ear. “Are you a whore for cock, baby?”
A dark shiver ran down my spine as I said the only thing that I could. “Yes...”
“Is that why you’re so fucking wet?” he went on. “Because you’re thirsty for my cock?”
“Yes...” I panted, no longer trying to keep my eyes open.
“Are you going to be a good slut and let me inside all your fuckholes?” he asked, his voice darker than before. “Are you going to be a good little cock whore for me?”
“Oh, God...” I moaned as his fingers began moving faster.
“Tell me how much you want to be fucked like you’re nothing but a dirty piece of trash, baby,” Sullivan ordered, and my heart immediately felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. He was really good at this, but I didn’t want to know why or how.
I didn’t need jealousy rearing its ugly head when the man didn’t even belong to me.
“Tell me how much you want to ride my dick, Mitzi. Tell me how you want to slobber all over it right before it stretches your pretty little asshole open.”
“Sullivan...” I choked out, my body feeling like it was on fire. “Oh, God...”
Need and want coursed through my body like the fire of a thousand suns, and I didn’t even question it when he moved beneath me, spreading me wider for his fingers. It was also obvious that his hardness was a clear indication that Sullivan Gray had definitely been blessed in the size department.
Shame was also the last thing that I felt when Sullivan slid a third finger inside me, making me choke out another moan, and I honestly wasn’t even sure if I had the patience for roleplaying right now.
Having been disappointed for so many years, I had a wild need to forget everything else and just beg him to fuck me already.
However, when that third finger slipped out to move lower, that need turned into pure insanity as I let Sullivan inside my ass, the dual penetration making me see stars.
“Oh, God...”
Setting the roleplaying aside for a second, he said, “Baby, I need to know if you’ve ever had a dick in your ass. It’s so fucking tight, and I don’t want to hurt you if you’ve never done this before.”
Since I wasn’t trying to ruin this for either of us, I stuck with the truth. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Look at me,” he ordered, though his fingers kept moving.
“What?” I panted, my body on the verge of detonating everywhere.
“We don’t have to do anything that you’re not ready for, Mitzi,” he said, and warmth bloomed in my chest with how considerate he was being.
Sullivan Gray had a reputation for being nothing short of cutthroat in the business world, and so it meant a lot that he cared this much.
“I’ll be fine with whatever you’re ready to give me. I promise.”
I immediately shook my head, needing to assure him that I was all in. “I want this, Sullivan. I want to experience it all, and I want to experience it with you.”
“Are you sure, baby?” he asked. “I mean, I need you to be absolutely sure.”
“I’m sure,” I promised him. “I’m so sure.”
His fingers slid deeper inside me, making me close my eyes again, another moan echoing throughout the room, the participants in the other room no longer a factor.
They were still talking and roleplaying, but all I could hear was the sound of my own arousal and my heavy pants of pleasure.
Everything else around me was just white noise at this point, and all I felt was Sullivan.
Getting back into character, he said, “When I’m done with you, I’m going to cum on your face, and you’re going to walk out of here with me, so that everyone can see how you’re nothing but a filthy whore for me.”
While I knew that he’d do no such thing, my body still reacted to his dirty words.
After all, that was the whole point of roleplaying, right?
It was to explore your fantasies safely, and if you had a partner that you trusted, you were able to do that, and for whatever bizarre reason, I trusted Sullivan to do this right.
Or maybe I was just desperate for something more than missionary that I was willing to convince myself of anything right now.
Honestly, it was a coin toss at this point.
“I’m going to make you scream for me, baby,” he vowed as his fingers moved faster, my blood heating in way that I hadn’t ever felt before. “I’m going to make you beg for mercy, but instead of giving it to you, I’m going to force you to take my cock and love it.”
“Sullivan, please...” I panted, already begging.
“Do you need to cum on my fingers?” he taunted. “Do you need to finally know what it feels like to have a man make you lose your mind?”
Yes, I internally screamed.
However, instead, I opened my legs further, needing just a little bit more to push me over the edge. “Please...”
Sullivan bit my ear before saying, “I’m going to mark you, Mitzi. You’re going to wake up tomorrow morning with my bite marks and bruises all over your body, and with each step you take, you’re going to remember just who it is that you belong to, baby.”
I let out a deep cry as I finally came all over Sullivan’s hand, and the sensation felt like it was being ripped from my very core.
With my entire body a wracking mess, I’d never cum so hard in all my life, and it was stealing my breath along with my mind.
White spots danced behind my eyes, and the painful rush of blood pushing through every inch of me felt too wild to control.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped in my ear. “Such a good girl, cumming so fucking hard for me.”
“Sullivan...” I choked out, my body still experiencing a sexual rush like never before.
“Keep saying it, baby,” he remarked wolfishly. “Because I’m going to make you scream it later.”
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before I felt Sullivan pull his fingers from my body, and I felt the absence immediately. It felt like I was being deprived of the promise of more, and if that wasn’t insane, then I didn’t know what was.
When I finally opened my eyes, it was to catch Sullivan licking his fingers clean, and my gut tightened with how obscene and sexy it looked.
I’d gone from a man that refused to touch me while I was on my period to a man that didn’t seem to care about the mess I’d made, and I was more than eager to see what else Sullivan Gray was made of.
“I don’t care about the show anymore,” I told him.
“You’re ready to go to the participation room?” he asked, his continued need for consent shining through again.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Do you need me to carry you there?”
Warmth bloomed in my heart again because I never imagined that he’d be an aftercare kind of guy. He always seemed so...so rushed at work. Sullivan didn’t pussyfoot around, nor did he entertain excuses much when at work, and so I had just assumed that he’d be like that in his personal life as well.
Talk about being wrong.
“I can walk,” I replied, suddenly feeling shy.
“Okay,” he said before placing me back on the couch, then standing to adjust himself.
Without another word, I grabbed my purse, then followed Sullivan out of the room, and though my knees were a bit weak, I was able to make it to the participation room without any issues.
Once we were inside, Sullivan immediately locked the door behind him, and I could feel my heart begin to race in my chest. I was finally leaving missionary with the lights off behind me and entering a whole new world, and I could hardly wait.